Shades of Guilt

"Come on in," Ann mumbled, fighting a nervous frog in her throat as Roland knocked on the passenger side window.

Leaning over to unlock the door, Ann recoiled slightly as the 6 foot 4 inch, 230 pound man opened the door and sat down beside her.

"Beautiful night," Roland said as he stepped in and closed the door.

"Yes... a little cool for June though," Ann replied, getting even more jittery as Roland sealed the two inside the same cramped quarters.

"Your husband know you went out?" Roland asked casually.

"No," Ann nervously countered. "Didn't want to bother him during his poker game.. he's usually home by 1 or so... I should be lights out asleep by the time he stumbles in anyway. "

"He drink?" Roland probed, trying to make conversation.

"Just occasionally.. nothing bad though. You?" Ann answered, then inquired.

"Not anymore... funny how 14 years in prison will make you adjust your habits," Roland smiled, his relief to be a free man clearly apparent in his hearty belly laugh.

"There's that word again, 'prison', "Ann told herself. "Will I ever be able to live that down?"

The two sat there, only a foot and a half apart in the dark, twiddling their thumbs, making small talk and waiting for the other to make the next move.

"I guess maybe we could go down into town and talk over a cup of coffee... maybe," Ann offered as she nervously tapped her fingers on the motionless steering wheel.

"I'm kinda low on funds right now, "Roland shot back honestly. "Pastor Evans says payday isn't until next Friday. "

"Oh that's not a problem.. I've got some... " Ann started before telepathically connecting with Roland, both sensing that being seen together out in public, especially after dark, probably wasn't the best for either of them.

The awkward silence between the two quickly returned as Roland stole a few nervous glances to his left, sizing up the petite blonde sitting next to him. Each time however his gaze would linger too long in the dark, Ann would tentatively look over at him, causing Roland to divert his eyes as the woman shyly surveyed him as well.

Silently taking turns sizing each other up, a strange arousal bubbled underneath Roland and Ann's skin as the tension between the two grew. Ann was able to steal several glances up at Roland's side facial profile while he was staring straight ahead and as she committed his chiseled facial features to memory, Ann tried comparing the face she saw now to the one she testified under oath was that of the man who had raped her years earlier.

The face she saw in that dim light however, was clearly not the one of that man. The dearth of light in the car at that moment was eerily similar to the light in her apartment all those years ago. Seeing Roland in that lighting was what her rational psyche needed to do and after discovering he wasn't the man she thought he was, Ann's worst fears, of taking away 14 years of an innocent man's life, were validated. Unable to keep the floodgates of her overwhelming guilt in check, Ann started to sob uncontrollably as the darkness, both internally and externally, seemed to envelope her.

Roland didn't know what had triggered such an emotional display but he felt an immediate need to console the bawling woman beside him. Casting his left arm out and wrapping it around Ann's trembling shoulders, Roland hugged her gently as he dabbed at her tears with a tissue that he had in his pocket.

The streams of Ann's tears quickly soaked the tissue, coating Roland's fingers with the salty traces of Ann's disheveled state. As he rubbed his hand up and down the softness of Ann's cheek, Roland watched with Fatherly patience as the broken woman tried collecting her jumbled emotions.

Sitting there staring into Ann's glazed blue eyes, Roland felt an irresistible pull come from the married woman's body as if she was a magnet drawing his metal closer.

The cloak of darkness in the Camry's front seat provided a dreamlike background as Roland leaned his head in to kiss Ann Thomas right below her earlobe. Ann seemed to become paralyzed the instant Roland's soft lips pressed against her tear-stained flesh.

Goosebumps rose over Ann's entire body and the car seat beneath her felt as if it had disappeared as a floating sense of hypnotic weightlessness surrounded her frozen body. Shock and disbelief sizzled Ann's every nerve ending as Roland's mouth painted a heated swath down her cheekbone, over her delicate white chin and finally against her own hungry lips.

Ann's mental databank shut down as the towering black man beside her kissed her flushly on the mouth, his fervant lips working feverishly as if he was sucking her will to resist right out of her.

"Nooo... staaa... pllleee," Ann weakly muttered, moving her head backwards on the headrest behind her, breaking the oral connection with Roland.

"I'm... what am I doing... I'm ma... married.. I have kids... I... aaahhhhh, "Ann delusionally mouthed.

Roland listened patiently, showing a great deal of silent empathy for Ann's predicament. Looking the blonde woman dead in the eyes, he finally asked,"Then why are you here, Ann?"

"I couldn't stay away," Ann crypticly answered before she could stop herself, as if truth serum had been shot into her viens.

Hearing the blatantly honest and embarrassing admission, Roland wrapped his left arm around Ann's shoulders tighter and pressed his lips back against hers, this time feeling the married blonde return his kiss with unmitigated certainty.

Easily 100 pounds heavier than Ann, the physically imposing ex-con gently pressed the shellshocked woman against her carseat as they shared each other's breath. All comprehention of time was lost as Roland swirled his tongue around Ann's mouth and felt her tiny tongue return his advances in a lurid, carnal dance of shared lust.

Sensing his meaty erection straining his workpants, Roland held Ann firmly with his left arm while he lowered his right down on top of his lap. Fumbling with his zipper, Roland was finally able to fish his sturdy black spear free from its constraints as he desperatly kissed his first woman in nearly 15 years.

Feeling his engorged cock flex and expand in the free air, filling entirly his slowly pistoning palm, Roland crudly jerked himself off in the passenger seat while he sucked the wind right out of Ann Thomas's lungs with his mouth.

Tugging at his own virile manhood like a joystick, Roland slowly massaged the married woman's lips with his until both of thier faces had become numb. Pulling his lips away when he knew he had Ann at his mercy, Roland then leaned back in the seat and allowed Ann to get her first glimpse at what was majestically jutting up from his groin.

With her eyes being closed while she was kissing Roland, when he leaned back, it took a few moments for Ann's vision to adjust to the dark. When the hazy image of Roland's cock came into focus, Ann visibly gulped.

"WAAAAA," Ann yelped, as Roland played with her hair with one hand and his own hardening cock with the other.

"Its OK.. Ann," Roland reassured softly, subtly easing his left hand down Ann's shoulder, over her forearm and then right on top of Ann's small white hand.

Gently balling his right hand into a fist around Ann's, Roland nudged Ann's right arm away from her body and guided it directly towards his exposed penis.

Feeling Ann's resistance grow with each inch her hand moved towards his thick black erection, Roland calmly whispered to the numb woman beside him, "Don't be scared Baby.. you have to face your fear... you and I are here together for a reason Ann... the only way you are going to get over what's crept into your soul.. is to give in to it. "

As if she had become hypnotized by Roland's soft, poetic words, Ann had a hard time believing it was her own hand that went limp, allowing the man beside her to slip it directly onto his exposed groin. When she felt the skin of her palm wrap around the steel-like stalk of Roland's meaty beheamouth, Ann nearly blacked out from the electricity flowing through it.

"You can feel the power.. can't you Ann?" Roland hissed, loving the feel of the married woman's hand gripping his dick.

Slowly releasing his own grasping pressure from Ann's right hand, Roland was reinforced by the fact that she didn't lesson her grip at all when Roland removed his. Seeing the contrast of Ann's pale hand wrapped around his black jewel in the dark, Roland decided to try and impliment the next phase of his wanton plan.

"Go down on it, Baby," Roland firmly urged. "Suck... my... dick!"

After a brief hesitation, Roland saw the blonde shadow of Ann Thomas's head drop below the dashboard towards his groin. Two seconds later he felt that same blonde hair spill down against his chest , belly and thighs.

"Open your mouth Ann... and put my cock in your mouth," Roland reinterated with cold certainty.

Hearing Ann's drowl covered lips spread apart above his lap, Roland soon felt the woman's front row of teeth graze up against his sensitive cock head. "AHHHHH... that's it Baby. Now work those lips all the way apart and get what you drove all the way out here for. "

Dropping his left arm down onto Ann's back, Roland securly held her upper torso down against his crotch so that she could orally come to terms with the cock she had lived in fear of for almost 15 years.

Roland flexed out his right hand and held it against the dashboard in front of him for support as he slowly started rocking his hips upwards off the carseat, nimbly fucking Ann's mouth with his straining member.

The slick softness of Ann's mouth combining with the whole outrageous context of the situation, Roland knew he could let himself go at any moment between Ann's gasping lips, flooding the married woman's throat with the seed he hadn't conjured for anything other than his own hand or a new inmate's mouth or ass for nearly 15 years.

Rocking his head back, trying to convince himself Ann's wanton blowjob was actually happening, the ex-con was intrigued and aroused by just how easily the married mother of three had submitted to her innermost, but now clearly apparent, lust.

Just as his boiling cum was about to pass the point of no return, Roland quickly reached down with his right hand, squeezing off the impending orgasm of his black stalk's base while Ann's dainty mouth continued lathering his massive appendage.

"We've got more room inside,"Roland calmly insinuated, pulling his glistening cock free from Ann's tingling mouth. "Do you want to come inside with me?"

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Following Roland through the darkness of the parking lot, from her car to the front door of the church, Ann immediatly bowed her head in shame when she walked through the door Roland held open for her.

"Oh no, "Ann murmured to herself, the realization of her sorted dilemma hitting home. "You're being led along like a lamb to the slaughter... you're going to cheat on your husband by sleeping with the man that haunted you for the last 14 years, in of all places, a church. Have you lost your mind?"

Ann followed Roland through the hallways of North Wilmington Baptist like a blind, embarrassed child, her skin tingling with every step she took from the sound of the old, hardwood floors below creaking under her and Roland's weighty footsteps.

Trying to keep from hyperventilating, Ann took several long, deep breaths, filling her lungs with the unmistakable musty twinge of church air as the two most unlikeliest of partners made their way to the stairwell that led to the basement and Roland's makeshift boarding room.

Ann felt the warm pressure of Roland's hand intensify on her shoulder as he led her to the top of the stairs.

"You better look up Ann," Roland chided. "Would be pretty tough to explain how you ended up falling down the basement steps of a church on a Friday Night. "

A small giggle escaped Ann's mouth as the deluge of tension surrounding them both was broken for just a second. As soon as Ann felt her left foot take the first step downstairs however, the cold reality of what she was about to do caused her stomach to tighten and burn with anticipation. Feeling her legs turn to jelly, Ann recited a short prayer of "Thanks" when she safely reached the landing.

Sensing Roland's imposing presense a step behind her, Ann jumped slightly at the sound of his voice when he instructed her on where to go. "Its the second door on the left, Ann... don't mind the mess.. I didn't think I'd have company tonight. "

"This is certainly the last place I thought I'd be tonight too," Ann sighed softly, without turning to face the giant man pursuing her.

Fear and fascination stirred in Ann's psyche as her eyes stayed glued to the floor. The irony of the situation was not lost on Ann Thomas either. What was happening to her now was just like the hundreds of nightmares she had suffered from over the years. Being relentlessly followed into a dark room by the man she thought had assaulted her, with nowhere to run or hide. Ann shivered to the core as Roland closed the door to his boarding room, sealing both he and Ann inside the basement.

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Hearing the click of the door closing behind him echo through the basement room, Roland saw he was close enough to reach out and touch Ann's turned back as he luridly sized her up. Seeing the married woman's body language seem to slump in a nonverbal sign of surrender, Roland couldn't begin to guess what conflicting emotions were going through Ann's mind, but instinctivly Roland knew, if it was pitence and closure Ann had come seeking, after 14 years without the touch of a woman, he was more than ready to provide both.

Reaching down with his right hand, Roland realized he hadn't even taken the time to re-zip his fly before coming inside. Easing his snakelike length back out, this time into the yellowish light of his room rather than the murky darkness of the car, Roland called out to Ann to turn around and face him.

"Turn around Ann, "Roland softly implored, tapping his girth until it raised up to a firm, 45 degree angle. Taking another step closer to Ann, Roland once again asked her to turn around.

Ann Thomas's feet appeared to be attached to a turntable as she slowly spun to face the towering black man who was no more than two feet behind her, waiting patiently. Roland's bloodfilled cock seemed to take up over half the space between the two as their eyes met, but as soon as Ann's blue orbs met Roland's dark glare, she instantly lowered her sights and stared back down at Roland's heavy tan workboots.

As Ann's eyes darted lower, she couldn't help but see the mighty erection swinging wildly out from Roland's slacks as it pointed up at her like a divining rod.

"OH... MY... GOD," Ann gasped when she saw Roland's endowment in the full light. As the meaty aftertaste of his cock swirled in her mouth from her brief earlier suck, the helpless blonde fixated on the vieny texture and savage aura of the ex-con's seething penis.

Roland stood his ground with a statuesque presense, allowing Ann to fully inspect his exposed manhood. Seeing the stunned disbelief in her eyes, both from what she was seeing and what she was about to do, Roland confidentally strode forward as he continued to fondle his dick in his hand.

Ann's lips parted in an oval shaped "ohhh" position when Roland reached out and gracefully dug his fingertips into Ann's upper arm.

"Down on your knees, Baby," Roland calmly ordered, nudging his head to the floor to further communicate his message.

Watching with approval as Ann's knees bent and her shaken body followed suit, Roland Curtis smiled broadly when the woman's knees came to rest on the floor, right in front of his own feet.

Giddy over the way his aroused black manhood bobbed and twitched right beside Ann's tender facial features, Roland reached down and massaged his cock through Ann's neatly trimmed, shoulder length blonde hair.

Seeing Ann's numb reaction to having his cockhead digging thorugh her scalp, Roland toyed with the married woman, deciding what he wanted to do next to her.

"Do you know what to do with the thing when I put it back in your mouth, Ann?" Roland crudely asked. "I bet your husband doesn't even make you give him head anymore... does he?"

There was no visible reaction from Ann, so Roland decided to dwelve into a more personal topic.

"Don't be scared of it," He continued. "Just feel that thing graze up against every inch of that pretty head of yours while I tell you about a little story I heard. "

Mesmerized by the spector of Roland's cock rolling and lurching across her face, Ann didn't have the fortitude to look up at the man towering above her as he insinuated about something she thought she had no clue about.

"I've got a friend up in Greensboro Ann... a penpal really. I hadn't wrote him in almost a year, but the day I got released and heard about the guy that really did that awful thing to you being incarcurated up there in the same place.. well I just had to check it out," Roland started, continuing to burrow his rigid cockflesh across Ann's cheek and ear, pulling it away playfully each time she made an attempt to grasp it in her mouth.

" I wrote and asked the guy what he had heard from the other prisoners about the guy that did what I went to jail for... and you know what Ann... that Sonofabitch has been bragging to everyone that would listen about all the girls he did that Summer back in '83... including you. Do you want to know what else he has been telling all the guys, Ann? Its something I just couldn't believe. "

Ann seemed to freeze at Roland's feet as if her circuit box had been tripped from the sorted, but sadly true story.

"He was telling everybody that would listen that he was the one that took your virginity that night... said he had undeniable visual proof. And that wasn't all either Ann... ," Roland continued, switching his cock matter of factly from one side of Ann's face to the other. "He also said that he was sure you came while he was inside you too. That just can't be Ann... can it? All those years and you thought I was the man who took your cherry like that.. DAMN THAT'S FUCKED UP!"

The words rained down from above like daggers into Ann's ears as she bowed silently between Roland's arch-like legs. The two secrets Ann had sworn she'd keep to her grave about that tragic night in 1983 were now floating down to her from the mouth of the man she had falsely sent to prison for the crime.

The first secret was easy enough to explain, even if Ann hadn't found the right way to tell anyone. Growing up in a strict but loving Catholic family, eventhough she had been tempted on many occassions, Ann still hadn't given up her virginity by her Senior year of college. Having made a pact with herself to keep it intact until her wedding night, Ann would have succeeded if it wasn't for the cruel and forced intervention that took place that fateful night.

The second secret was a little more difficult for Ann to come to grips with. Even after immersing herself in tons of research into cases just like hers and talking to many of the women who she had counseled over the years in the sexual assault program she volunteered with, Ann had heard many similiar stories to what she had privatly endured.

She had never told a soul about what she would later come to discover was her first physical release during the encounter. A mountainous amout of guilt tortured Ann during the subsequent years following the attack revolving around the fact that her own body had betrayed her in such a vile way. Through the countless medical journals and case studies Ann constantly reviewed, she learned, if not totally understood, that the human body was capable of many things, even without the rational mind's total consent.